Wifisfuneral, Robb Bank$ - Like Me lyrics

Hey Cris, fuck you! Femto!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Okay

I don't like you
(Woo ooh) , you don't like me (Woo ooh)
You won't fight me
(Woo ooh) in my white tee (Woo ooh)
She say, "Pipe me"
(Woo ooh) he so icy (Woo ooh)
Fuck my sidepiece
(Woo ooh) in my Nike (Woo ooh)

Mountain Dew never look clear
Put a six in here
Got my red bitch ridin' on a Lear
She one in a million like Aaliyah
Wit' a blue lace wig
Like the bitch bang Crip out here (yeah)
And I got a gun, blazer fit, tailor
Fifteen thousand
And I spent it all on a spaceship (B-r-r-r)
And I got yo' lil' white baby
Ridin' a Mercedes
And I told that hoe other shit (Rah)
What's yo' flavor?
(What it is?) Flavor, savor (Uh)
Homegirl Blasian (Uh) , initiation (Uh, uh)
Let you ride it like a Harley Davidson (I do)
Young Basquiat, paint her face with som'
You took that bitch at home
Now you layin' up
Gary Oak when I'm jumpin' at a gym
Made a movie, made a film
Yeah, I glowed up, but this is not a drill
I press a nigga like a bad pill
King of ad-lib, really lived
I'm that story that you tell
Like stop, drop and roll
Got a Glock wit' a pole
Have you ever seen a stripper shake
And get up out them clothes?
Got a swiss cheese TEC, find a rat
Whac-A-Mole and I'm runnin' out of breath
Need to stop smokin' 'Ports, like

I don't like you
(Woo ooh) , you don't like me (Woo ooh)
You won't fight me
(Woo ooh) in my white tee (Woo ooh)
She say, "Pipe me"
(Woo ooh) he so icy (Woo ooh)
Fuck my sidepiece
(Woo ooh) in my Nike (Woo ooh)

Pure black in my veins, bitch, I'm not sane
Smokin' on pure gas, bitch, octane
A little devil from the mud wit' a rotten age
Rollin' up, rotten scene now outplayed
I was trappin' out back lil' Zay wit' a sack
Got him grippin' on his teeth, pure steel
That's a Gat if we really talkin' facts
I'm the best, that's that
Never played no chess
Only playin' wit' address, I'm the Boogeyman
Creepin' through yo' bitch bed sheets
And you knew her, man
Blonde headed bitch suckin' dick
Goin' Super Saiyan
Skimmin' through the bands, Goddamn
How you do it, damn?
Ruger boy, rollin' through the hood
I'm the Rugerman
Claim you gangsta, uh, you's a wanksta
Nah, paper chaser, uh, you can't be slime
You's a prankster, nah, paper chaser, uh
You can't be slime, uh, you's a prankster
Like

I don't like you
(Woo ooh) , you don't like me (Woo ooh)
You won't fight me
(Woo ooh) in my white tee (Woo ooh)